Helluva Boss// Crimson X Alessio Novels & Stories

“We confirmed it. The Revenant took the contract. The one assassin everyone was terrified of. The one no one sees coming.” I let out a sharp breath and turned away, staring out the window. Moscow glowed beneath us, golden lights hiding rotting bones. “How the hell did he get to him?” I muttered. “That place was a fucking fortress.” “She’s a ghost,” Alek said quietly. “No pattern. No signature. She picks her kills like a god picks storms.” “She?” He nodded. “Her real name’s Amara Voss. Used to work under a few aliases; Russian, Italian, Middle Eastern. Never caught. Never seen. Just bodies and flames in her wake.”

“You came back—” She twisted around. And froze. It wasn’t Fenrak. The man standing at the edge of the firelight was taller, broader, his wolf-scarred jawline catching the glow of the flames. Shadows deepened the ridges of his face, the faint torchlight catching on his sharp teeth as he smiled—a predator’s smile. “Hello again… little Crimson.” Her breath hitched. Blood roared in her ears. She rose to her feet, every muscle stiff, her instincts screaming. Her hands curled into fists, though they trembled.

I— “The fuck…?” Carm got sick of waiting on us too. He rushes up to Alessia the second he sees her lying there, cradling her close. “No. No, no, no. The fuck did you do?!” he screams at me. “Enough berating and self-castigation,” Christian cuts him off. “You want to do something for her, breathe your blood into her mouth.” He blinks. “Now, Carmine. It’s not an order, but…”

This is it, this is the moment he is going to reject me, I feel it in my bones. Then, he says to me “I Caden Reynolds, the next alpha of the Munnin pack, reject you Amara Reynolds the adopted daughter of Victor and Lina Reynolds” letting me go he both weakly falls to the floor. His eyes change back to the black with the gold hugh, grasping his chest, he looks up at me with, pain in his eyes. Looking down at him, thinking to myself “how could this be, why would the moon goddess pair me with someone so mean and evil” standing up, he is trying to look strong. At this point I have the advantage.

I said yes. On our bonding night, as our souls and bodies merged into one, I brought out the pouch with sixty-six moonlight crystals. “These sixty-six crystals are for the sixty-six times I can forgive you,” I told him, looking him in the eye. “But if they run out, I’m leaving.” “They’ll never run out,” he growled, pushing me back onto the bed, his eyes blazing like burning stars. “My wolf and my body will only ever crave you. I will never hurt you.”

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.

His lips then formed into a lopsided smirk. I gasped softly when I felt Lucien squeezing my waist as he grabs me closer to him. The Alpha of Crimson Pack then grinned upon seeing Lucien's gesture. "We haven't properly introduced. I am Drago Alessandrei Lestat, the Alpha of Crimson Pack. It's nice to finally meet you, Lady Ysobella." He offered his hand for a handshake. I was about to reach for it but I stopped when Lucien subtly gave me a signal not to by tightening his hold on me. But I don't want to appear rude so I accepted his hand nonetheless.

Vittorio stepped back, eyes widening with the recognition of a mistake—one he could no longer reverse. “Alessa—” She ignored him. She hit it again. And again. On the fourth strike, the first hairline crack appeared. A spiderweb fracture spread across the surface. Vittorio’s expression faltered. “You can’t break that,” he said, but his voice lacked conviction. Alessa smiled. A slow, merciless smile. “You built me to break anything.” With a final roar, she punched the glass with all the force she’d spent her life learning to control—every hit, every scream, every scar, every drop of pain he’d carved into her bones.

"I don't think they care." For the first time. He sounded genuinely annoyed. "This is becoming exhausting." A giant wild crashed through a stone wall, scattering rubble everywhere. Its crimson eyes burned brighter than the others. Unlike the rest. It ignored the vampires completely. Its gaze remained fixed on Husen. From somewhere deep within the darkness, the mysterious voice spoke one final time. "Leave the others." "Bring me the First Crimson." The enormous beast roared. The sound shook the tunnel itself. Husen lifted his sword. The faint smile returned to his face.

He now realized why those honeyed eyes felt familiar to him. “She didn't recognize him”, he realized The fearsome daredevil had the nerve to enter the most dangerous arena in the whole of Sicily. ………….. Present Day Alessia made her way with ease through the underground arena. As she passed, She was acknowledged with respect by the staff and many members cast an impressive glance at her. Here she was not Alessia Rossini, she was Red Fury_ the frail rider that defeated Venom. Yes, nobody knew she was a Lady Except the strange man that she met in the locker room on that fateful night and the arena manager, Enzo Morrelli who happened to be her very good friend.